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<Taehyung is mine>
Jeongguk frowned down at his phone, his fingers already working incessantly over the keyboard of the little device. He didn’t have to think too much about what he was typing because subconsciously he already knew.
He had been itching to let it out since the Grammys, actually, if he were to be honest with himself, since long before then even. It was like a tingling, irritating feeling right under his skin that wouldn’t let up for the entirety of their stay in America and followed him back to Seoul.
The little skit that Taehyung did with Olivia Rodrigo had been the starting point and, really, it was just that. A performance. Play pretend. Something that would get the public talking, that would create buzz and excitement. That didn’t mean Jungkook had to like it. No, he couldn’t even watch it happen. It took everything in him not to oppose it backstage but he didn’t want to sound controlling or bothered for that matter. And so it happened and Jungkook got over it.
Or so he thought before he caught a glimpse at his Twitter timeline and saw the same thing all over again no matter how far he scrolled. Taehyung and Olivia.
And the itch grew.
It was manageable for a while but he was bound to snap at some point. And the little stunt he pulled on stage at one of their Vegas concerts was just the beginning of it.
This was the end. He hoped.
He stopped typing. Instead, he pressed the recording button, not really minding that Taehyung was in the room with him and he would hear every bit of his words. Let him.
“ He is mine. ”
Jungkook didn’t miss how the inflexion on the last word was different than on the rest, didn’t miss how his tone changed to an almost growl and he definitely didn’t miss how Taehyung snapped his head up to look at him so fast that his permed hair fell into his wide eyes, making him look adorably dishevelled.
“What was that?” Taehyung’s eyes bore into his side profile while Jungkook pressed the ‘post’ button without a second thought. He could feel them glued to his body perched on the bed, ass up and chest pressed to the mattress.
“Just talking to Army, you know,” the vague response was deliberate. He wanted his boyfriend to ask, so he stayed silent and waited for Taehyung to press more. He didn’t have to wait long since Taehyung was impatient and curious by nature, even more than Jungkook himself, so he barely suppressed a chuckle when not even a minute later, the bed dipped under Taehyung’s added weight and he felt his boyfriend’s hand resting on his lower back.
Taehyung crossed his legs underneath him and Jungkook discarded his phone to turn his neck and look at him expectantly. He was nibbling on his lower lip, bunching up Jungkook’s white button-up in his fist and he looked so freaking adorable that the only thing Jungkook wanted was to tackle him to the mattress and kiss his way down his body until he had him giggling underneath him.
“Who’s yours?” his lower lip was slightly jutting out and the pout made Jungkook want to kiss him senseless, to breathe into him and consume him in such a way that it’d leave both of them intoxicated, drunk on each other. “I mean-”
Jungkook cut him off, a smile stretching his lips at the oblivious look on his face. His cheeks were a little pink, probably from the embarrassment of having to ask, and Jungkook fought off the desire to squish them between his fingers. “Who do you think?” he teased.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, and damn, Jungkook must be whipped because he totally found that endearing. “I dunno,” he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child, “your side bitch or something?”
The younger snorted, “Of course, I guess I should call him and ask him to have a threesome, what do you say?”
“That’s not fucking funny,” Taehyung muttered, glaring daggers at him and Jungkook couldn’t help himself, grabbing his arm and just dragging him down until he was laying down on his side next to him, their legs pressed to each other.
His arm encircled Taehyung’s waist and Jungkook plastered him to his body, feeling the heat of his torso radiating through his flimsy shirt. He pressed his lips to his forehead, “It’s not funny because it’s not true, babe. You know there’s no one else. Who did you even think I was talking about?”
Taehyung looked up at him with those wide, curious eyes and Jungkook all but melted, lifting his chin a bit higher with his finger and pressing their lips together briefly, just a fleeting touch, but a reassurance nonetheless. When he pulled back, Taehyung was smiling. “I’d say…” he pretended to think, exaggerating his expressions, “me.”
He beamed up at him, leaving Jungkook momentarily speechless. The beauty that Taehyung radiated never failed to catch him off guard. And it happened in the most mundane of moments; while they were eating, while Taehyung was getting ready for bed, after they just had sex, when they were just talking. It was surprising how not used to it he was after all these years of being friends and lovers. It just showed how breath-taking Taehyung really was. “You, stupid, of course, I meant you.”
“So am I yours?” It was Taehyung’s turn to tease and Jungkook decided he’d let him play for a bit.
“Oh, so you’re not mine?” he acted incredulous, hand flying over his heart to show just how hurt he was.
“Mhm…” Taehyung jumped up from the bed so fast that it gave Jungkook whiplash. There for a second, gone the next. “Did you win me over yet?”
“Win you?” Jungkook’s brows furrowed, now sitting up straight in bed, eyes curiously following Taehyung’s movements. What game was his boyfriend playing?
Taehyung moved slowly further away from the bed, just a matter of mere inches until he’d positively make a harsh impact with the edge of their decorative glass table. “Let’s make a deal. If you catch me now, then I’m yours, if you don’t, then-”
Jungkook’s instincts took over before he could even fully process Taehyung’s words and he shot up from the bed at record speed, reaching out to catch Taehyung’s arm before he could knock over the table, trip and probably break something in the process.
“Wha-” he gasped, about to fall over if it weren’t for Jungkook’s firm hold on his wrist, pulling him to his chest before he could make friends with the floor.
“I’ve won you the moment you first told me you loved me and I didn’t let go ever since. And it’s never gonna happen. So yes, you’re mine. You’ve been mine from day one,” the back of his palm caressed Taehyung’s cheeks gently, brushing over the pink hue dotting them with the same utmost care that he showed Taehyung every day.
Taehyung’s hands settled on his chest, their toes touching from how close they were pressed together and Jungkook wished this moment never ended. He wished he could hold Taehyung like this in his arms for the rest of his life, could feel his skin underneath his fingertips, could hear his heartbeat against his own, could stare into his eyes like he was seeing his entire future reflected in them.
“I chose you that day,” Taehyung said, the eye contact making Jungkook weak in the knees, the force of the things passing between them as powerful as ever and he loved that about them. He loved how they could still look at each other and feel.
And oh, how much Jungkook felt. It was indescribable.
“I chose you that day and I choose you every day, my angel baby,” Taehyung smiles, a sweet and gentle thing that made the butterflies in Jungkook’s tummy run wild. “Yours.”
“Mine,” he answered automatically.
He didn’t know exactly when and how, but they were suddenly kissing, desperate and feverish, Taehyung’s back against the wall and Jungkook pressing himself as close as he could to his boyfriend, moulding them to each other. His hands started to roam freely over Taehyung’s body, fingers digging into his skin, moaning wantonly when he felt him tugging at his hair harshly, pulling his head closer to his neck.
Jungkook took the hint and attached his lips to Taehyung’s neck, teeth scraping over his sensitive skin and drawing a low sound of pleasure from Taehyung’s sweet mouth. His lips were parted and Jungkook dragged his own over them, their spit mixing wetly and dirtily. “You taste like the most sinful heaven, babe,” he drawled against his lips, catching the lower one between his teeth and releasing it when Taehyung whimpered, bucking his hips up against Jungkook’s.
He tugged at the collar of Taehyung’s shirt, mouthing at the exposed fair skin before his eyes. He giggled when Taehyung started to grind unabashedly against his thigh, “Eager, aren’t we?” but he clutched hard at his hips, holding them down to stop his movements.
“Not yet,” he smirked when Taehyung whined, looking like a kicked puppy and pouting up at Jungkook in hopes of softening him.
“C’mon, baby, you can’t just rile me up and then not touch me, it’s cruel,” he complained.
Jungkook bit down on his red lips, probably already swollen and marked by how hard Taehyung’s teeth have bitten into them. “I’ll make it up to you, doll, now how about you be a good boy and take that shirt off for me?”
He didn’t have to tell Taehyung twice because the next thing Jungkook knew he was staring at his boyfriend’s naked chest, glistening with sweat and waiting to be marked up by Jungkook’s teeth. It looked like a blank canvas that Jungkook was allowed to paint in a design of his own. He licked over his suddenly dry lips and started to slowly unbutton his own shirt under Taehyung’s intense stare.
His chest lifted up and down with his deep breaths, gaze roaming over Jungkook’s abs, feasting on them being gradually exposed to his hungry eyes, and Jungkook just watched, mesmerized by the way Taehyung seemed to radiate desire and self-control, fists clenched in an attempt to not touch, to obey him and his unspoken request.
Jungkook’s body temperature sky-rocketed.
He popped the last button open and removed the piece of clothing from his skin only to prompt Taehyung to put it on himself. Taehyung’s mouth opened, confused, but when Jungkook nodded, telling him to go ahead, he got dressed quietly, leaving the top two buttons undone.
Jungkook smoothed down the material of his shirt now on Taehyung, smiling softly at him. “Here. Now you even look mine .”
Taehyung opened his mouth to reply but then rapidly closed it, the blush on his cheeks spreading to his marked collarbones and he fiddled with the hem of Jungkook’s shirt, now shy under his unwavering gaze.
The younger lifted Taehyung’s chin tenderly, leaning down to capture his lips in a slow kiss. “You look beautiful in my clothes.” And he meant every word. Seeing Taehyung wear his clothes made something primal in Jungkook come to the surface. It not only spoke to his possessive side but it also made him proud. The feeling squeezed at his heart, so thankful that he got to be one whose shirt this gorgeous boy was wearing, proud that he had the most amazing boyfriend.
Proud to call Kim Taehyung his.
“If I’m yours, why don’t you take me?” Taehyung whispered and their eyes met, so full of promise and something called love, something that made Jungkook’s heart beat faster when he walked closer to Taehyung once more and put his hands on him, so gently, like he was made of fragile glass.
“You want it slow, love?” he asked, nuzzling their noses together, genuinely content to do it in any way Taehyung wanted. He just needed to feel close to him, to feel their connexion, to touch him and be touched in return.
Taehyung nodded slowly and wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck before bringing their mouths together again. They kissed, slower this time, savouring the feeling of tasting each other so unhurriedly, so intimately, and Jungkook framed Taehyung’s face in his hands, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue in his mouth to tangle with his own.
When he heard Taehyung moan directly in his mouth, he let his hands slide lower and dip under the waistband of his shorts only for Taehyung to wiggle his hips as an encouragement to take them off. He complied, helping Taehyung step out of them before removing his own black joggers.
He collided their lips once more, fingers sneaking under the shirt to caress Taehyung’s warm skin. He wanted to keep it on, he wanted to fuck him in it and have the visual satisfaction that Taehyung was wearing his clothes, that he belonged to him. His fingers flicked at one of Taehyung’s nipples, already hard from the arousal coursing through their veins, and he mewled when Jungkook twisted one of the buds and pinched it between two of his fingers.
“Jungkoo-” he gasped again when their lower region connected, the friction maddening. Jungkook’s dick twitched in his briefs when he felt Taehyung start to rut against his cock, his hips moving of their own accord, chasing pleasure. Jungkook palmed at Taehyung’s cock through his underwear, the wet patch staining it enough to make a groan leave his lips.
He tipped his head back at the feeling, massaging the hard bulge there with expert fingers, knowing exactly how to touch to wring out the loudest moans from Taehyung. “Ahh-” he mewled when Jungkook dipped his hand inside and took his cock in his fist, stroking it from base to tip and smearing the precum all over the head to make the slide easier. Taehyung was already dripping over his fingers and it made it so wet and dirty that it clouded Jungkook’s mind with nothing but lust, so turned on and desperate for release.
He pulled down his own underwear, freeing his rock hard dick and giving it a quick pump to bring himself some relief while watching Taehyung unravelling in front of him, head thrown back against the wall and mouth parted in bliss only because of Jungkook’s hand on his cock. Seeing Taehyung so caught up in the moment urged Jungkook to bring him even more pleasure, to make him see stars, and so he took both of their dicks in hand, aligning them together and started pumping them roughly.
“Fuck-” Taehyung swore and they both looked down to where their cocks thrust against each other, enclosed in Jungkook’s fist, and both moaned when the tips brushed and caught for a second. “It feels so-”
“So good, baby, so good. Do you see?” their precum mixed together and Jungkook jerked them off faster, the friction so easy and pleasurable from how wet they both were. “We look perfect together in every aspect.” He chuckled, but it died in his throat when Taehyung’s hand joined his, stroking them rapidly, the squelching sound of skin on skin contact only spurring them on more.
“I want you to cum on my cock. I want my cock covered in it, babe. I want you to mark me like that.”
“Shit, Tae,” Jungkook squeezed the base of their dicks hard, knowing both of them were already too close to release. “I want to fuck you first. Will you let me fuck you, babe? Here? Against the wall?”
“Yes, yes, anywhere, c’mon, do me right now, Guk.”
Jungkook didn’t need more of an encouragement, grabbing Taehyung’s slender thighs to lift him up smoothly and pin him to the wall. He attacked his lips with his own once more, strong arms supporting Taehyung’s weight, and Taehyung responded eagerly to the kiss, fingers tangling through his raven hair violently, like an animal in heat, like he was stacking his claim too and Jungkook loved it, latching his mouth on his collarbones and biting down on them hard enough to leave a mark that wouldn’t fade for days.
“Ahh, ngh- Guk, more,” Taehyung groaned, his name on his swollen, bitten lips, music to Jungkook’s ears. He carefully pressed him tighter to the wall so he can use one hand to prod lightly at his hole, already fluttering at his touch.
He circled the rim for a few moments, successfully teasing him if the impatient, greedy whine Taehyung let out was any indication before pressing against it and dipping a finger inside just to play with him a bit. He then collected some of Taehyung’s precum on his fingers and brought his hand back down to his entrance before gently thrusting a finger into his hole. He pumped it in and out for a few times, feeling Taehyung’s walls clenching around him and he groaned, just imagining being buried in that tight heat.
“You’re so tight for me, Tae, you have no idea how good you feel around my dick when we fuck.”
“Mhm- then put it in already, c’mon, baby, I’m not made of glass, fuck me,” he cried out, hips meeting Jungkook’s finger thrust for thurst, already wanting more.
“Thought you wanted it slow,” Jungkook giggled against his ear and he felt Taehyung shiver in his arms. “Did you change your mind?”
“Maybe-” Taehyung nibbled on his ear, a wide smile lifting the corners of his mouth, “are you up for the task?”
And if the question was meant to rile him up, then Jungkook supposed that he succeeded. He smirked, a devious little thing, before thrusting a second finger in his ass next to the first one, the gasp that Taehyung let out feeling like a little victory. He scissored both of them to open him up properly, then added a third one almost immediately since both of their patience was running thin. The pace at which he was fucking all three fingers in Taehyung’s hole was nothing short of animalistic and his other hand could barely keep Taehyung pinned to the wall with the force of it.
“Fuck me, Guk, bab-, ahh, fuck m-” Taehyung whimpered directly in Jungkook’s ear and his fingers stilled, giving Taehyung time to breathe before he took them completely out. He grabbed his dick and stroked himself a couple of times to spread the precum thoroughly over it so that it could act as a substitute for lube since there was no way they’d stop now to go get one, and aligned himself with Taehyung’s entrance.
Taehyung’s breath hitched when he just dragged his cock over his rim, brushing lightly against the sensitive skin there and smearing it with precum. He thrust a bit against Taehyung’s hole, listening to the lewd sounds leaving his parted lips and he kissed him hard when the tip caught on his puckered entrance as if wanting to suck him into that inviting heat.
“Fuck me like I’m yours,” Taehyung whispered against his lips.
Jungkook grabbed his asscheeks harshly, the globes jiggling in his hold when he slapped both of them. “You are mine,” he growled, pushing inside of him hard and knocking the breath out of his lungs with the surprising force of it.
He hitched Taehyung higher, holding onto his legs tightly, and started snapping his hips almost violently against his ass, cock pulsing inside of him and precum leaking from his hole with every thrust. “B-baby,” he stuttered, drilling into him wildly, Taehyung’s back scraping against the wall with the way he was being jostled higher with every move inside of him.
Taehyung’s arms encircled Jungkook’s neck for support and he tried to meet his hips thrust for thrust but soon gave up with how hard he was being fucked, letting Jungkook make him feel good. The head of his cock grazed his prostate every time and Jungkook was sure Taehyung started seeing stars when he started pistoning inside him with abandon, cock dragging against his sensitive walls, because his eyes rolled back in his head, nails scratching over his back.
Jungkook groaned at the feeling of Taehyung’s nails leaving marks on his skin, at the sensation of his cock leaking against his abs, leaving a trail of precum all over his abdomen, and it only drove him more insane, more determined to make Taehyung come hard all over him.
“Like that love?” He said, groaning when his cock slipped out of Taehyung from how fast he was fucking him. Taehyung’s hole gaped open and he thrust right back in, this time slower, but deeper, every time drawing a moan out of Taehyung. “Does my boyfriend love it when I fuck him hard?”
“Y-yes, Guk, y-” he was breathless, barely coherent, and Jungkook felt him twitch where his cock was trapped between their bodies. He chuckled, lifting Taehyung’s legs over his arms so that he could place both his hands on the wall, the position offering him more leverage to fuck into him deeper.
The penetrations turned slower, giving them both a reprieve to breathe, and they kissed lovingly, languidly and provocative. “I love you,” Jungkook whispered against his lips, starting to move inside him again, just enjoying the intimate moment and thinking how he’ll never let this go.
“I love you,” Taehyung responded in turn, smiling against Jungkook’s mouth and prompting him to continue by grinding down on his cock.
Jungkook picked up his pace again and it didn’t take Taehyung long to come, not with the way he was being held against the wall and Jungkook’s strong body, not with the way he felt so safe and protected, not with the way the friction Jungkook’s abs provided against his cock was driving him mad, and definitely not with the way he was being fucked hard by his boyfriend.
“You’re giving it to me so good, f-fuck.”
“Then cum for me, babe,” Jungkook encouraged, lips mouthing over Taehyung’s pulse point and three thursts later, he felt the wetness of Taehyung’s cum against his chest and he groaned low at the feeling of it on his heated skin, at the way Taehyung was clutching onto his back and riding his high by rutting against him, fighting with himself to keep still and not come right then and there.
“Kookie,” Taehyung whimpered, oversensitive, and Jungkook shushed him sweetly, moving the wet hairs away from his eyes so he could kiss his eyelids.
“You did so good, my baby boy, my good boy, you’re perfect,” he praised, knowing how Taehyung would eat up every compliment, how he thrived from them and Jungkook loved to provide them, loved to let his boyfriend know just how special he was every day.
“I want you to come, Guk, come over my cock, please, just like we said earlier-”
“S-shit,” Jungkook swore shakily and pulled out of him carefully just to grip his cock in his fist and jerk off fast, eyes trained on the mess Taehyung made of his chest and of his shirt, staining it in his cum. He bit his lip when he saw Taehyung’s hole fluttering, ruined by him, and it only took him a few flicks of the wrist before he was cumming hard over Taehyung’s spent cock and over his hole, their cum mixing together and with the precum dripping from Taehyung’s ass.
Taehyung moaned at the sight and his dick twitched, attempting to get hard again. “So hot, baby, fuck-”
Jungkook smirked at him and worked himself through his orgasm by smearing his cum over Taehyung’s rim with the tip of his cock and pushing some of it inside. “Mine,” he growled as if reiterating his actions.
After coming down from their highs, Jungkook lowered Taehyung down gently and brushed the wet hair away from his forehead. “Feel like I’ve run a marathon,” he jokes, giggling.
Taehyung smacks him on the arm, incredulous. “You’re not the one that got fucked against a wall. I think I’ll need breakfast in bed for the rest of the week because my back is already killing me and it’s your fault-” he pointed a finger at Jungkook and he chuckled, arms going under Taehyung’s knees and lifting him up bridal style.
“Don’t worry, my prince, I’ll pamper you for the rest of your life, not just for the rest of the week. Breakfast will be delivered.”
Taehyung pecked him on the cheek, “What about the recording? Did you really post that?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”
Taehyung just shrugged. The last thing he wanted was Jungkook getting in trouble with their managers for posting something like that. He could imagine that they wouldn’t be so happy.
“Taehyung, I know what you’re thinking, but let me stop that train of thought now. Yes, the managers may be mad, angry, scold me or whatever, but nothing they can do would be worse than me seeing that comment and ignoring it.” Taehyung’s eyes softened, chest tight with too many emotions to name, and before he could even begin to express them, Jungkook continued,
“ No one has a right to my baby. It was only fair that I let them know.”